A poem about a particular moment and transition in time.

The first of January is a day to remember. It is the beginning of the year and a holiday, when feasts are organized. Many populations celebrate their arrival in the Americas around that date.

Like bees we often mean well when we share honey with someone. That person may end up pulling us down causing us to drown in our own kindness. Still we continue to take these risks.

A Poem by Lawrence Miller.

A lover is trying to persuade his honey not to be like her mother and encourages her to take that vital step and have their baby.

An ageless tale.

A smidgen of a song I was working on back in the day.

Poem.

My honey bee is someone I’ll keep boasting about for she provides me with a lot of honey.

A man pleads with a woman to give their relationship a chance. He is confident that she will fall for him on a moonlit night that will be his delight.